*** It's Been Five Years ***
Wendy Stewart had a dream. In the dream, Michael pushed her into the sea. Surrounded by water, she found herself unable to breathe or call for help. Strangely enough, she could still vividly hear Michael standing on the boat, insulting her.
He said that she was shameless, that she cheated on him with his brother, and that the child she was carrying was a b*stard. Yvonne, on the other hand, smiled dazzlingly as she rested comfortably in his arms.
"No... My child is not a b*stard... No..." Wendy's forehead was damp from perspiration. She tossed and turned uneasily.
"Mummy, mummy..." A four-year-old boy immediately jumped out of bed and approached her when he heard Wendy's distressed cries. He clutched Wendy's hands tightly with his tiny ones, soothing her emotions, "Mummy, don't be afraid. I'm here with you."
